March 12, 2030
Still no word from Bass or Miles, though I assume they are probably on their way. I've been passing the time by reading those pregnancy books. There are parts of them that I don't read. Whole sections are dedicated to all the things that can go wrong and ways to handle those things. The trouble is that if that mid-wife is right, I'll likely give birth at home and certainly won't have access to medical miracles or epidurals (though I'll admit, those sound nice).
It's strange, but even though I don't know this baby – don't even know if it's a boy or a girl – and yet, I already love him (or her) so much, my heart almost bursts with it. I don't think I ever understood what the whole 'Mama Bear' thing was about, but now I get it. If anyone tries to hurt my baby, I will gut them like a pig.
I think this is how my Mom felt about Danny. I sometimes wonder why she never felt the same for me.
March 19, 2030
I'm starting to get worried about Bass and Miles. Where are they? News of that group of bandits has spread. A farmer and his wife were robbed last week just south of Old Dallas. Last night a man from Sherman was beaten and left for dead. Nobody knows who these guys are yet, but everyone is on edge.
Aaron is a wreck. He's scared that something will happen to me while I'm on his watch.
"Why are you so worried about me?" I'd asked him.
He rolled his eyes, "First of all, you are family and I love you. Besides I've lost enough people this year. Secondly, your Uncle is the Butcher of Baltimore and that baby you're carrying will be calling the Scourge of Scranton 'Daddy'. I'll keep you safe if it's the last thing I do."
"I guess I see your point." I'd admitted, trying not to laugh.
I just wish they would get here already.
March 20, 2030
He's still not here and I haven't gotten a letter in weeks. I can't sleep and my stomach is in knots.
Where are they?
March 21, 2030
Bass and Miles showed up today and all is right with my world once again. Here's how it happened…
The midwife was here giving me an exam, which meant I was lying on the kitchen table being poked and prodded. We heard a wagon pull up and a flurry of argument, followed by Miles busting through the door yelling "I win!"
As soon as he saw me lying there with a strange woman holding a stethoscope to my bare belly, he stopped and just stared. "Ah shit. You should put out a sign or something. A man could use a warning."
"A man could knock." The midwife muttered with a scowl. All I could do was grin at Miles. It was so good to see him.
The next person to come in made my smile fade. Stephanie. Why was she here? Grrrr
Then the door opened one more time and everyone else faded into the background. Bass was here! He looked at me in a way I can't even describe. It was like he was consuming me visually, taking in every change since he'd seen me last. Without ever tearing his eyes from me, he said "Everybody out." He didn't yell, but his voice was so intense that I was reminded of the first time I met him when He'd been President Monroe.
Evidently I wasn't the only one who could tell that Bass meant business. The room cleared quickly and we were alone. Bass walked to me slowly. By then I was propped up on my elbows. My shirt was still bunched up under my breasts. My belly was on full display above the waistband of the skirt I was wearing. I've taken to wearing skirts instead of pants because none of my pants fit anymore.
He didn't even notice the change in my clothing choices. His eyes kept roaming from my face to my belly. "Charlie." He said and the way he said it, made my heart hammer in my chest. He walked to me and helped me sit up straight before pulling me into his arms. He nuzzled into my neck and stroked my back gently. Everything about his touch was gentle.
"I missed you so much." I told him.
He didn't answer, but pressed his lips against mine in a way that left no doubt. He'd missed me too. It was a welcome back kiss. It was an I love you kiss. It was a kiss that left me shaking from the inside out. He pulled away just a bit, looking me in the eye. "Are you okay? The baby?" he reached out tenderly, stroking the swell of my belly.
"We're fine. I was just getting a checkup. She can hear the heartbeat now. The baby is healthy."
"And you?" One hand remained on my belly, fingers splayed. The other moved up to my face where he caressed my cheek.
"I'm perfectly fine now that you're here. I was worried."
Bass shook his head, "I'm really sorry. It took longer than we'd expected because Blanchard was being a dick. I was going to write you again, but then we were on our way and I figured I'd beat the letter here."
"I don't care. Just glad you're here."
"We're good now? You know all that stuff with your mom was ancient history, and brief ancient history at that."
"We're good." I said. "Don't want to talk about her. Don't want to talk."
He grinned at me then, "Where can we go to not talk?"
I pointed down the narrow hallway. "Second door on the left."
I started to get down from where I was perched on the table, but Bass picked me right up and held me close to his chest – one arm around my back and one under my knees. He was careful not to bump me into anything as he carried me to my room and once we were there he laid me down on my bed gently.
We just looked at each other for a long time, savoring the moment. Then he knelt at the side of my bed and grabbed my hand. I was surprised, to say the least, expecting us to already be well on our way to naked by then. "What's wrong?" I asked him, worried.
"Nothing. This is all about you and what you need. Tell me what you need, Charlie."
"Well, you." I said, my voice was barely a whisper. "You're all I need."
He smiled at me. It was one of those smiles that lights up the room and crinkles the corners of his eyes, "Then you're in luck, because this…" he spread out his arms wide, "is all yours."
"Then, get up here already cause I need some of that."
This time was different than every other time we've been together. We took it slow. There were a lot of feather light touches and lingering kisses…and then there were more. Bass was doing everything in his power to give me pleasure and he was succeeding wonderfully.
We'd been in my room for a long time. He'd brought me to climax twice already and I felt weightless and sated. Now it was his turn to find release. I was on top, sliding up and down his thick cock slowly. Every now and then I would rotate my hips just a bit, finding a new spot that made me hum. His hands were moving everywhere. He stroked my belly, and cupped my breasts. He lingered there for a long time, pinching tentatively at the swollen nipples, and running the lightest of touches over the curved flesh below them. After a while, he moved his hands to my hips and guided me into a faster rhythm. I didn't think there was any way he could work another orgasm out of me, but he did. As I shattered around him, I felt Bass lose himself deep inside me.
Shuddering, I fell on his chest. He wrapped his arms loosely around me, holding me there. As our breathing calmed, we parted. I started to pull on my clothes and he did the same.
"I'm really glad you came back." I said with what I'm sure was a dopey grin.
"You and me both." Bass's grin was fairly dopey as well, so I think he is just as happy as I am.
We eventually made it back to the kitchen, only to find it was still empty. We wandered out to the porch. Miles, Aaron and Stephanie were sitting on old deck chairs, watching the sun set.
Miles looked up and rolled his eyes, "About damn time. Shit. You done violating my niece so we can have some dinner?"
Bass pulled me close and kissed my temple, "I am nowhere near done violating your niece, but even we need a break for food."
Miles almost threw the whiskey bottle at Bass, but thought better of it when he noticed it wasn't empty yet. "Bastard." He muttered instead.
I'm not sure if I was supposed to notice or not, but I saw Stephanie (whose presence here I still don't fully understand) reach out and squeeze Miles's hand. They shared a moment and then all was lost in the activity of dinner preparation and eating.
I'm going to find out what's going on between Miles and Stephanie, but it can wait till tomorrow. I have much better things to do tonight.